Well the stars are falling and the night's rolling up

The clocks are all twisted and the bar's in knots

We're dirty, we're spent and we're quick like money

And if it wasn't so true, well, it might be funny

You're a chump, you're a fake, you're a soft hollowed fist

You're whatever went wrong, you're a populist

Yeah, just last night I saw you creeping around

So vacant, so lost, talking too loud

Still all I need is a little bit of luck

A con that cons and a good haircut

Still all I need is a little bit of luck

The kind that comes with a good haircut

Some time ago I was as sharp as a nail

We rolled through the desert, we lowered the sails

When life came on like a cough or the flu

I was terrified I knew I'd lose you

Still all I need is a good haircut

A con that cons and a little bit of luck

Still all I need is a whole lot of luck

The kind that comes with a good haircut

A good haircut